9.15.2006

Sports are for losers

No one is going to be at their computers for much longer, so I'd thought I'd take advantage of the day's waning work hours to pass along some vital, FD-approved, marginally basketball-related links.

Young, Black and Fabulous may the last thing on our blogroll, but best believe that it's essential reading. Yesteryday's offering included some photos from Nas's birthday bash. Though you can peep the Getty thumbnail gallery, up close is the only way you'll comprehend the awesomeness of this:

Congratulations to T-Mac on getting wedded, also a tip from YBF. While he may be a member of the All-Sad Team (more on that later, hopefully), McGrady is one of the NBA's most likable people, tremendously genuine and aware of what it means to be grown-ass, an All-Star, and a hip-hop reference point.

Finally, we may have touched on our enthuasiasm for Project Runway in the past, so get made that we're linking up the photos from Olympus Fashion Week. For those of you not knowing, the final four show, since the cut down to three isn't made on-air until next week. Whether or not you make a Wednesday of this fine program, take one look at page one and try and guess why this is important to FreeDarko. Luckily, unlike Santino's mixed showing last Fashion Week, I feel confident that Michael has got this one sewn (ugh).

Priceless quote: "I'm so excited, I'm getting the butterflies. My collection is called 'Street Safari'. The inspiration was me [laughs] and it's about my journey on the show of trying to find out who I was. I wanted to design for a sexy, secure, sophisticated GRRROWN woman!"

And now back to my second home, where I'm in the unfamiliar position of writing for a blog accused of racism.

t--those are special cases. jeffery by his own admission used to be a junkie (curiously, his mother called him "a recovering alcoholic"); amare is superhuman and feels no pain. i seriously think him up there with mcgahee in that dept.

i think when Liriano went down this week i fully understood some statements made on this blog to the effect of "this blog lives or dies with Amare's fate"... because these two absences seem to crush all hope from their respective sports. the twins playoff push may be alive still. but this is far worse than loss. nay, it seems to prohibit even the feeling of loss--it kind of just banishes all possibility from the game, win or lose. life hangs in the balance already. it seems neither here nor there to wish ill-will upon these two ambassadors of everything that is fine.

why is someone trying to make us renounce amare on a post about fashion and birthdays?

anon 2:19, h.o.p. already said what's in my heart. we have to believe that STAT comes back, not because we want it to happen—because he stands for everything that allows us to believe in basketball. even if he returns slow and wasted, we'll never give up hope; day after day, night after night, we'll carry ourselves as if he might rise at any moment.

amare will never, can never die. as long as he's in the league, this means waiting on his recovery. once he's out, it means acting like he never left, maybe even waiting on his rebirth in another form.

I've now had a chance to study the runway shows. I hate to be the bearer of bad news but I'm afraid that Michael's collection did not equal his production on the PR challenges. Much to my sadness, his clothes at Fashion Week looked tartish and disappointing. Perhaps Michael needed a structure like the one provided by the PR challenges in order to excell, sort of like how Tex Winter's triangle brought the best out of Ron Harper.

My favorite to my surprise was without a doubt, Jeffrey. His line had the most continuity as far as vision is concerned. The clothes were elegantly designed and looked fresh. There wasn't a garment I didn't love and I'm totally shocked at the maturity of his work.

This isn't to suggest that Jeffrey is a better designer then Michael. Far from it. Jeffrey's stronger showing is probaby not more significant then just another reminder that Vernon Maxwell scored 21 points in Game 7 of the 1994 NBA finals

while we're here, am i the only one who gets incensed every week upon being harshly reminded of alison's absence? she had the talent to win the whole thing, plus she's fucking hot as hell. it's not her fault her model was fat.